Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.